Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.